Something terrible happened tonight, the sort of thing that can cause all kinds of difficult philosophical and existential questions to surface and shake a man’s faith.
Yes, the England football team were knocked out by Portugal.
I think the only appropriate response is a minute of silence, so perhaps you will join me. Stop what you are doing, and think about our lads, justice and the meaninglessness of everything with me:
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*Looks at watch ... 60 seconds*
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*stares around the room*
... 40 seconds left
*whistles - but then thinks of the national anthem and deep emotions start to well up*
*Hence diverts attention to dirt on the keyboard*
*Looks at watch ... 20 second left*
*Thinks of the ten most amusing ways to run over a Portugal football team fan in a glass-bottom Tractor*
*Feels guilty of thoughts and repents*
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OK, time is up. If you can, try and get on with your normal life. Me, I’ll go and continue my sulk.
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Poor lad.....
The only thing worse than seeing Portugal defeat England was watching Portugal defeat the Netherlands in a disgraceful match that saw my good Dutch boys defeated because they responded to Portugal's dirty play by playing dirty. Sigh.
Everybody knows that football is a game invented by the English but won by the Germans, so England's defeat was expected sooner or later.
I've seen England lose plenty of times, but it's never felt as bad as it did last night.
Absolutely gutted.
We wuz robbed!
I was guttted. Gutted.
I hope you are wrong, Jaume. And I think you will be proven wrong tomorrow.
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